I've made no secret of the fact that I'm a member of Alcoholics Anonymous. I've been sober for about three and a half years. For the seven years prior, I wasn't. For the seven years prior, I was.
This means I had a seven year relapse.
This also means that I didn't take my first legal drink until I was 27 years old.
This also means I better go to AA pretty much forever. Even though it took two years of not going for me to think that I didn't have a problem, I was somehow able to convince myself that I was too young... that I had solved my problems... that I wasn't really an alcoholic.
I got sober at 20, thanks to the intervention of my parents and a bizarre stroke of trust that I can only attribute to God.
I got sober again at 35, thanks to a comment by Maggie and a inexplicable change in attitude that I can, again, only attribute to God.
So, um. Thanks there, God. Seriously.
Love to all. Even you, the guy who took a few to many percodans.
2 comments:
It's good to be able to see God's hand in your life, once in awhile, isn't it?
Rock on, brother.
um, that was me. :-P
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